Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from East Timor and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Beasts of Bourbon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.